Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.